Xiao Rui snorted coldly. “I didn’t expect anyone in the Starry Sky Realm to dare speak to me like that.” His voice echoed—not loud, but laced with piercing pressure. His gaze burned sharply, filled with mockery mixed with rage that he struggled to contain. “Hahaha, how humiliating,” he added, lifting his chin slightly as if looking down on his opponent. “It seems I’ll need to be even crueler so that lowly creatures like you will understand your place and learn some humility!” The air instantly grew tense. What had once been filled with murmurs now froze like thick mud in the height of winter. But the young man standing tall before him showed none of the expected reactions. No fear. No anger. No provocation. He simply gave a faint smile, subtle, as if those words were nothing more than a breeze passing through cracks in stone. His gaze was calm, like the surface of an undisturbed lake—but within that calm hid a sharpness that could slice through the stone. His eyes didn’t waver; ins

The hatred toward him had never truly disappeared. It had only been held back by circumstances. But now, after discovering that the man she had long admired was the same one she despised, her heart was torn by a storm she could no longer control. Her eyes stared blankly for a moment. But slowly, tears began to form—not from the pain still stabbing through her body, but because she felt lost, unable to grasp who this person truly was. Admiration, hatred, anger, shock, gratitude—all of it swirled within her, impossible to contain. Yet no words came out. She didn’t speak. Her body was too weak. But more than that, she knew—the man before her would soon face a great battle. And whatever she felt, there would be no time to express it now. Her voice caught in her throat. Only her heart could whisper silently. “Xiao Tian, why did you come to save me?” Meanwhile, Xiao Tian stood firmly. His gaze remained sharp. His feet touched the ground calmly. In front of him, Xiao Rui was still tryi

They no longer looked like humans. They resembled two war gods, moving with power that embodied total destruction. Every movement affected the structure of nature itself. Every step, every swing, shook the foundation of the heritage world that had long been considered unshakable. Ripples from their clashes spread in every direction. The surrounding crystal mountains shattered like glass. Valleys split open, like wounds on the surface of the land. The air turned hot and heavy as if the breath of the universe was holding back its fury. Millions of young beings watching from all directions could no longer breathe normally. Their throats were dry. Their lungs felt crushed. Some could only stare in silence, while others slowly collapsed to their knees, losing control over their own bodies. The cultivators of the Grand Supreme Realm who stood on the outermost perimeter had already retreated tens of thousands of meters. Yet even from what they believed to be the safest point, their bodies

Yet amidst the chaos of those attacks, Xiao Tian remained calm. His body did not waver, but his eyes pierced through every move Xiao Rui made. In every step and slash, Xiao Tian appeared to be dancing—not a decorative dance, but a movement born from a deep understanding of the battlefield. He didn’t merely block. He moved with every breeze, followed the flow of his opponent’s power, and then redirected the pressure without ever losing control. The Rusted Mysterious Sword in his hand drew no attention from ordinary eyes. There was no golden shine, no sacred aura, no divine rumble. But precisely from its lack of splendor came the most terrifying aura—an aura of rejection toward anything unworthy. An aura that seemed to declare only a true sword had the right to touch this battlefield. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Clash after clash shook the space. Every slash split the air, producing sounds like war drums hammering the souls of those watching. Sparks burst wildly, bouncing off the mountain w

The younger generation of the Starry Sky Realm stood frozen in place. No one dared to cheer, no one raised their voice—not even a gesture of victory was made. Though deep in their hearts, many harbored hatred toward Xiao Rui. Many had been oppressed, humiliated, or belittled by him. But they were not fools. They knew that even though Xiao Rui had been thoroughly defeated and humiliated before countless eyes, he was still a core member of the Xiao Clan. Behind that status lay power and influence that couldn’t be ignored. If anyone cheered, if anyone openly voiced support for Xiao Tian, it would be the same as trampling on the pride of the core Xiao Clan before the world. The consequences wouldn’t just be their own deaths—but the destruction of the powers backing them. Any family, sect, or faction that dared show sympathy toward Xiao Tian would be uprooted completely. Amid that restrained crowd, Xiao Lian stood motionless. Her breathing was still labored, but her internal wounds had